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... like ’there’s no silver buried here’," Gavin Graves sighed silently, "It’s fortunate that I haven’t completely lost control... This hand, unless it’s really hungry, still listens to me."
Gavin removed the black leather glove, revealing his ink-stained right hand. The snake shadows on his skin seemed to be in a slumber, their bodies gently moving as if they were breathing.
"What do you think..." Gavin slowly began, his expression indifferent, "Should I just cut it off?"
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